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17 April 2011 @ 03:29 am

Do I have your fucking attention yet? Good. No, this ain't a motherfucking porn post, you sick fucks, this is something a good goddamn more important. I'm posting this shit from a huge fucking mainframe engine we 'liberated' from a bunch of terrorist fuckheads. I'm still breaking through the encyption on this motherfucker, but what I've got decoded so far is a Big Fucking Deal. End-Of-The-World Big Fucking Deal. You are all gonna want to hear this shit, so listen closely.

I'll be updating this post with recordings as I get them unpacked, just check the comments, and spread the motherfucking word to anyone who'll listen. We need as many people knowing about this shit as we can fucking well get.
tidesnpc on April 17th, 2011 07:32 am (UTC)
[An elderly man's voice:] "I'm very sorry to bother you, Maestro Delphine."

[A smooth women's voice responds, filled with a warm smile] "By no means, Professor. My door is always open for you."

"Yes, of course. It's about the blasting project."

"What about it? I trust that it's not falling behind schedule."

"No, no, everything's proceeding as planned. That's the problem, actually. I've been running these numbers and I think there's a good chance that blasting at the depths needed to reach the Ymir will reactivate the Badlands fault line!"

"The fault line?"

"Yes! And with the amount of energy we're pouring into it, the results could be catastrophic! The whole continent could be split right in half!"

"And what do you recommend we do, Professor?"

"We have to abort the operation. There's no other way to be sure."

[A pause before the woman responds]

"I see. Thank you for coming to me with this, Professor."

"I had to, once I saw the figures. If you want, I can go over them with you..."

"That won't be necessary. I trust your judgment."

[Another pause, before the woman speaks again in a soft tone]

"Such thorough work deserves its reward, Professor. Here, take this."

"Your...your ring, Maestro? I'm really not worthy--"

"Go ahead," [the woman replies, her voice rising to a pleasant lilt] "Consider it a sign of my gratitude."

"If...if you insist." [A fumbling pause, the sound of a ring being removed from a finger, and slid onto another] "Thank you, Maestro. It fits perfectly."

[The woman sounds amused] "It does, doesn't it?"

"And you'll abort the blasting operation, then?"

"Of course not."

"No!? But you can't just--" [A hum begins to rise in the background, increasing in volume until it is nearly deafening] "What's happening? I--aaaah!"

[His wordless scream is mercifully short, and a moment later the sound of a small metal object - a ring, perhaps - hitting the ground and bouncing can be heard]

"What a silly man," [the woman's voice says, voice filled with a chilling mirth] "As if there was ever any other way to free Ymir from its prison. Not that it matters. Ymir is a much more enticing toy than this tiny continent."